Sonnet of light, fall and ground.

 
In the vast sky we raise our wings.
Like bold birds reaching for the heights.
Flying is a dream, it's an escape, it's a desire,
but destiny, treacherous, makes us jump.

On the flight, we felt complete freedom.
The wind rocks us, the world expands
but the abyss lurks, the serene fall
and the ground awaits us at the end of the path.

Ah, the taste of thin air on your lips.
The sensation of defying gravity.
But oblivion is like a spreading fog.

And when we fall, lost and undone,
our wings become memories, fade.
The taste of what we no longer are remains.